Xu Han waved his right hand, and a sharp sword aura rushed out of his hand. The figure thumping out in the thick fog behind him was directly repelled. Without the woman with the long head, the old man in front of him was not Xu Han's opponent at all.
Looking at the martial artist who retreated into the black mist and the silver tree standing beside Xu Han, there was no hesitation, a huge tentacles rushed out and entangled the old man.
With the strength of 100,000 Zhang Linghai, few warriors can reach this Linghai. After all, Xu Han has asked a few people in Haokong. Among them, Haokong, the largest in Linghai, is only 90,000 feet as big. The remaining few people are only more than ninety thousand meters.
But what surprised Xu Han the most was Mu Xue. Linghai was bigger than Haokong. It was ninety-nine thousand feet as big, almost one hundred thousand feet. I didn’t expect that the little girl from before was actually Have such a talent.
The strength of Hao Kong's few people is already considered strong in the same realm, but Xu Han's Linghai is bigger than that, and the Linghai below has not been counted.
Xu Han believes that if all his strength is displayed, ordinary warriors in the late stage of the god transformation can fight a battle, but Xu Han will not easily use the war spirits in the lower Linghai.
Pouch!
A strong wind blew, and the tentacles shot by the silver tree were severed by Shengsheng. Xu Han looked at the figure dangling in the black mist, a light smile flashed in his eyes, but it stopped the purple feather that was about to run out on his shoulders. .
Zi Yu's figure is still too big, Xu Han does not want to attract the martial artists around, otherwise this martial artist would dare to be so arrogant.
Seeing Xu Han flying away, the martial artist hidden in the thick black mist, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and a gray spear was condensed in his right hand, stabbing towards Xu Han.
"It seems to be anxious too." Looking at the warrior who had just killed him, Xu Han smiled at the corner of his mouth, without a trace of worry in his eyes, and the silver sword in his hand directly greeted him.
boom!
A stern breath came. Under the strength of the warrior, Xu Han actually took a few steps back. Seeing this warrior in black robes, there was a trace of shock in his eyes. Although close combat is not good, it is relative. For those with strong talents.
Seeing this martial artist took the initiative to attack, Xu Han's expression did not change, and instead of retreating, he stepped on his right foot and cut off towards the martial artist.
"This Xu Han is stronger than imagined." Seeing Xu Han who was holding the sword, the martial artist saw a trace of shock, his spear danced in his hand, and the shadow of the hesitant rainstorm turned towards Xu Han.
Xu Han didn't dare to be careless in his heart, the warrior in front of him, no matter what, was the realm of the late transformation of the gods.
Pouch!
Xu Han, who flew back down, and the silver tree standing above his head, suddenly shot out a tentacle, entangled the old man who sneaked on one side.
The old man shook forcefully and tore off the tentacles shot by the silver tree, but another one was wrapped up, and Xu Han danced with his right hand, and a silver sword qi was already rushing out and slashed towards the old man in the air.
"What? That's your method?" Xu Han looked at the martial artist who was chasing in front of him, with a trace of contempt in his eyes, and shouted in a low voice.
The martial artist from the remote soul island who is flying here is full of shame and anger. If it hadn't miscalculated the strength of Xu Han, how could it be so, ten ghosts in the late stage of the gods of transformation are coordinating with their sneak attack, that is He had the confidence to fight the two warriors in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, but facing Xu Han, it was so tricky.
boom!
The ghost that was hit by Xu Han hasn't waited to retreat into the black mist. It is already wrapped in the silver tree riding on the momentum, and the whole body is submerged in dense tentacles.
Crunch!
The sound of broken bones came from the constantly moving tentacles, and the ghost old man was twisted into a twist by the silver tree.
Stabbed!
There was a screaming scream, Xu Han watched, but it was a ghost who fought with Mu Xue in the distance. It was wrapped in the snow-white cloth, and then the freezing chill spread over, freezing the ghost. In the air.
Mu Xue, who held the white cloth in her hand, shook her right hand, and the ghost that had been frozen into hard ice turned into pieces of broken ice, tragically dying on the spot.
"Damn it!" Looking at the ghost image that was killed again, the Lihundao warrior hidden in the thick black fog, his face was furious, but there was a trace of worry in his eyes.
Xu Han had already killed two ghosts in front of him, and the ghosts who were fighting against Mu Xue might not last long, and it would be even more difficult to solve them when time and space were to take action.
boom!
The thing that worries in my heart is not over yet, a huge light film suddenly rises in the air, covering all the warriors in the field, but the thick fog that covers everyone is slowly fading.
"Formation! How could there be this formation?" Looking at the black mist that was slowly being repelled, the martial artist flashed a trace of horror in his eyes, and said in panic.
The warriors of the remote soul island mainly rely on the thick black fog in the air, which not only allows themselves to take the initiative, but also with this black fog, the ghost can continue to recover, without this black fog, one's own strength I'm afraid it will be 40% off.
"Want to go!" Seeing the martial artist's eyes withdraw, Xu Han flew up and shouted, seeing the martial artist's retreat with a glimmer of cold light, a sharp sword aura was already cutting his way towards the martial artist's retreat.
Originally a warrior who flew back, he shouted angrily and had to kill Xu Han with his spear.
"Not good! There is a situation over there."
Ten miles away, the warrior who hadn't cared, looked at the light film that suddenly rose, and there was a trace of shock in his eyes, and he rushed forward.
The black mist in the forest was not seen by a few people before, but the three of them knew the owner of the black mist but didn’t care about it. They didn’t know that the battle had not been resolved for such a long time, and they felt that it was constantly coming. Volatility, I'm afraid things are not as simple as imagined.
Three auras rise, two in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, and the other one is actually a warrior in the later stage of the transformation of the gods. Previously, Hao Kong had misread the warrior in front of him, and I am afraid it was deliberately hidden in it.
boom!
A huge blade of air slashed through, and the prodigal son looked at the wound that did not heal soon, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly: "Haha??? You guys, what do you do now?"
Previously, I hit these ghosts more than once, but every time they flashed in the black fog, they came out intact, but it made the prodigal's heart very angry. Now the black fog has faded a lot, and the recovery of the ghosts is completely Keep up with the damage that is not caused.
what!
Another scream rang out, and I saw a ghost fighting with Hao Kong in the distance. He was directly pierced by a dark sword energy. The sword energy that passed through left a piece of muddy brain. , It's already dead and can't die again.
As soon as Zhou Xiaopang's array rose up, the ghosts in the array were completely at a disadvantage.
"Boss! There are three breaths coming quickly in the distance, and another is a warrior in the late stage of the transformation of the gods." Zi Yu wrapped around Xu Han's shoulders, raising his body, looking at the woods in the distance, and whispered in his mouth.
"The late stage of the transformation of the gods! It seems that you are prepared!" Xu Han whispered, but he didn't care. Now that Zhou Xiaopang's big formation, how about another warrior of the late stage of the transformation of the gods.
Huhu!
A few soft sounds, in the thick black fog in the distance, three figures swept out, watching Xu Han in the field, and immediately rushing over.
"Kill them soon!" Looking at the three people who appeared, the martial artist of the remote soul island opposite Xu Han, there was a trace of joy in his eyes, and he shouted.
As a few people stepped in, a few groups of black mist quickly covered Xu Han and others, and more ghosts roared in.
"Another late stage of Transforming God Realm!" Looking at the warrior who rushed, Hao Kong flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes, did he still say in surprise in his mouth, and then he was full of annoyance, and even deceived his own eyes.
Seeing that the information was wrong, the prodigal sons did not have too much worry in their eyes. Then, in the surprise gazes of the few people, the large formation that covered everyone was slowly expanding towards the surroundings, and the black mist in it dissipated. Faster.
"What's the matter? The black mist disappeared?" Looking at the black mist that slowly faded in front of them, the expressions of the three of them changed drastically, and they panicked.
With this black mist, they can easily torture the warriors of the same level, and now there are warriors who have broken the black fog, and a few people can't panic in their hearts.
"Haha??? Let's take a look at Fat Master's Great Formation." Looking at the panicked warrior, Zhou Xiaopang's expression was overjoyed, and he said with excitement.
I saw that he was holding a strange stone in his hand, it was one of his fighting spirits, and a steady flow of aura poured into it, and then spread out along the bottom toward the surroundings.
"Give me a break!" With Zhou Xiaopang's shout, a bright light suddenly appeared in the light film covering everyone, and it suddenly swept around.
It was the space shrouded in black mist, completely swept away, the voice of the four warriors covered in black robes, and the ghosts that kept roaring in the sky.
"Haha??? Big fat man! Not bad! Now you are still dead?" The prodigal son looked at a bright sky, facing the ghost in front of him, excited.
The sharp snowflakes fell, and the white cloth that was rolled in the air directly pulled the ghost image, and then slammed heavily on the ground. Without the shadow of the black fog, there was nowhere to hide the ghost image.
Except for a few ghosts in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, the rest of the ghosts are all disintegrated under the horrible tentacles of the silver tree, and there is no chance of escape at all.
"Brother, what should I do?" Looking at the ghosts that were collected so hard, one by one was beheaded, and the two warriors in the middle stage of the God Transformation realm panicked in their mouths.
"Damn it! Withdraw!" Without the power of the black mist, the strength was completely inexhaustible, and the Xu Han in front of them could not be judged by ordinary martial artists. The martial artist opposite Xu Han had a trace of worry in his eyes and shouted loudly. .
With a sigh of it, the ghosts who had attacked the prodigal sons, Jing Ji rushed towards Xu Han, the warrior did not hesitate, and immediately jumped towards the distance.
Seeing this, the three people who rushed did not hesitate at all. They gritted their teeth in their eyes, driving many ghosts, and they were rushing toward Xu Han desperately, but their bodies retreated sharply.
"Want to go! How could it be that easy!" Xu Han yelled loudly as he watched the ghost image greeted in front of him. The silver tree standing in the air suddenly shot out countless tentacles and rolled towards the ghost image in the air.
Amidst the snow and ice, there is a thick murderous intent, Xu Han and the few people who did not care about the ghosts in the sky, went straight to the few who fled.
what!
With two screams, under the pursuit of Xu Han, the two warriors in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, where there was a chance to escape, died directly under the dense thin needles in Haokong.
The other two warriors fled with horror.